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It's poor and old, the night cat. It has a bad leg but It can still walk Without using a stick. Its moral is hight, in the night, Walks with pride, head lifted and its tail raises high. Dignity and respect are the things it demands, For which it matters more than anything in its life. The cat hunter could be its only enemy, It has a gun in its mouth and a dog's lace in its hand, Dragging the poor old cat To the bottom of the earth, Teasing and humiliating in its extremity, No time to grieve for being turned Into the underground dirt. Poor old cat, the night cat, It has a romance that last for a glimpse, Vanished as soon as it came into its sight, Night and night, how much it wants To see its loved one again. What a pity old thing , It thinks itself an artist too - A musician, a poet, a painter But poor thing, does it ever know, It has no talent or is gifted, or anything similar, Never, ever could it be something of that sort. Oswald |
| A DREAM OF YOUR VOICE Fallen into a puddle of water in dBay The stream washed me down to the Taiwan Strait Struggled in your strong embrace Suffocating ----- Drowning ----- Sinking v Deeper v v Deeper v v v Deeper ----- Lied on the bottom in a dark ocean Wrapped in voice of your waves I Surrendered JSL 02/03/2007 |
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| Everyone waits for the sunset But for me it's the Mekong moon --- There's sun-splashed gold on water, yet The night falls suddenly, and soon Scatters silver ingots --- fish-scale Shimmers --- bright against the slow black Flow. The full moon, yellow and pale Slides up over the mountain's back And spreads cold light against the palm's Still silhouette. Down on the black Bank the black river-boat's becalmed; Its wet rope glistens: taut, then slack. Beneath black waters roll this river's dead: No sun nor moon will light their restless bed. Martin Alexander |
| Oswald also read us "A Cat Named Sloopy" by Rod McKuen. |
| Why﹖ Why not? Why do we celebrate 4th June? Why do we get rid of shallow of 4th June? Why? Why not be Chinese? So, it worth celebrate. Dick Cheng June 4th, 2009 |
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